The Intercom

A Flashback by Robert McEvily
Author of Pistol's Package



Stiffed for the second straight day. Someone was supposed to come by and install a new intercom in the apartment. No one showed. No one showed yesterday either. I’ve missed two days of work with nothing to show for it. So I made a phone call.

Ring.

"Is Arnold there?"

Pause.

"He’s not here."

"He was supposed to-"

"He said Friday."

"He said yesterday, then he said today."

"He said Friday."

Pause.

"Arnold? Is that you?"

Click.